1 Irreplaceable Pet Pt 1

Alice, a mid-twenties director of a family-owned company known for its professionalism and A-plus contract and legal process. Had a secret, he was in an intimate and domestic relationship with a half breed, Issac Tieldan.

Half breeds are government property until they are adopted. Unfortunately, black marketers, pimps and every other disgusting excuse of a human being abused the system and laws. There were protests for the first two years after the HPB; the Half-breed protection bill was passed. To prevent their species from living without a guardian, an owner.

Alice's relationship began four years ago. He found Issac in a rundown orphanage, their eyes met during the introduction and negotiation of "product". The lady who ran the place detested half-breeds. This was easy to deduct, however, Issac vented about his experiences and the sex-trafficking the orphanage participated in.

The director occasionally thought about buying the orphanage to prevent illicit activities from proceeding. The government rehoused the halflings and knocked the place down. Issac and Alice read in the newspaper a few weeks later that the community petitioned for its removal.

A befitting end for a wretched place.

Issac's home transcended the orphanage hygienically, let alone aesthetically. It wasn't a castle or cliché mansion with eighty bedrooms. Alice had taste, but he wasn't a snob. He'd always wanted a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house with an office and dining room. Once he grew up, he searched and remodelled.

It was the perfect place for the unofficial couple who were sound asleep in bed.

Alice rolled onto his front, reaching for Issac, who had slipped out of bed. The on-suite bathroom shower running. The first year of living together was emotional. Issac struggled with hormonal mood swings and cycles; half-breed's, no matter their gender, have heat cycles where they can impregnate or be impregnated.

The cycle consists of fever-like symptoms such as sweating, drowsiness and can sometimes lead to fainting. Sexually and instinctively dominant halflings are the fertilizer's. However, research done by the World Health Organization discovered humans have a twenty to thirty percent chance of impregnating half-breeds.

Issac is instinctively submissive meaning, during his cycle he's fertile. There is a rare chance of pregnancy occurring outwith his cycle just like humans, although, there've only been forty or fifty cases recorded.

The shower running meant Issac was ovulating. A stressful and temperamental process he was now very familiar with. His most useful coping mechanism was to cool himself down to ease his fever.

"My sweet boy." Alice's voice softened. His hand turning off the cold water. He grabbed a towel from the heated rack, wrapping him from front to back.

His soft purrs of content brought a smile to Alice's face. He'd seen Issac weep after showering, which never failed to break his heart. He wasn't the emotional, lovey-dovey type, but his pet, brought it out in him.

"I'm sorry, Sir." his cheeks were peachy.

"Shh. It's alright." he spoke soothingly. An abrupt shift in tone, potentially triggering.

Throughout their partnership, Alice slept with Issac to regulate his cycle because of his ovulation irregularities. Half breed's are very sensitive and extremely emotionally intelligent. When their hormones are overflowing, they are susceptible to severe mood swings.

Alice tried medication to lessen the severity of Issac's hormonal shifts. One of the common side effects was drowsiness and fatigue. Which would've been manageable if his pet didn't suffer from mild fatigue throughout his cycle.

The raven haired director towel dried his beloved pet's hair. He kissed the left side of his temple before attending to his damp body.

Once he was clothed, Alice let him rest while he journeyed to the pantry.

He flicked on the light. Rummaging through a grey container, the medicine unorganized, sheets of various tablets had fallen out of their packaging meaning, he had to examine everything.

Light pit-pattering steps attempted to sneak up behind him. Alice knew right away who it was and why they had gotten out of bed. Issac slid between his legs and stood in front of him.

His adorable little ears tickling the director's chin. It wasn't the time for intimate games.

"I want to play, Master?" he traced his pointer fingers along his frame.

"Not today, you're going to take your pill and go back to bed." he remained calm but assertive.

The half breed whined. He was hungry for intimate delights, every fibre of his being longed to taste, touch and experience his owner's being. Taking the supplements out of the box, he witnessed excitement consume his pet.

"After I take my pill, can I have a kiss?" his eyes were almost the shape of gemstones, he was that excited.

"Will you go straight to bed afterwards?" he raised a brow. Unsheathing the medicine from its packet.

"Yes!" he tapped his heels against the cupboard doors.

He placed a glass from the cupboard on the counter and filled its contents with water.

"When I finish the glass, will we kiss?" his hands loosely clenched into fists.

"Open?" Alice ordered.

The pill dropped onto his tongue and water cleansed his palette. The minute the glass touched the counter, Issac took his reward by force. The soft groans confirming his enjoyment.

Alice knew they had to stop, but his self-control was depleting. He couldn't describe the way Issac's tongue tasted or how hungry he felt when his hips rolled against him.

"Nmgh." The kitty purred, his legs wrapping around his master's waist.

The feeling of his bulge grinding against him, groan worthy. A single slither of sheer fabric prevented them from tasting one another; a safety measure Alice put in place to avoid temptation; it was unsuccessful.

Issac danced his lips and pearly whites over the defined curve of his master's collarbone. Which were painted with beautifully red love bites - a bad habit of the half-breed's but very pleasurable.

Their unholy activities were taken upstairs, the throbbing, hardness of the submissive's shaft oozed pre-cum.

The way his pet's body reacted to the basics of foreplay was adorable. He could quiver from the softest textures and melt just as easily when teeth were sunk into his supple porcelain.

"I miss your warmth sliding inside me. Let's catch up?" The hormonal pet whispered. His bulge pressing against his master's lower stomach.

"Hm. Patience." Alice whispered in response.

The bedroom door slid open with ease as his beloved hungry pet laid on the soft linen, the sound of his purrs far too heavenly for him to contain himself. The time between Alice removing his clothes and kissing his way down his little one's frame was almost non-existent.

It was initially soft and innocent pants of content that filled the room.

Issac pressed his tongue against his master's thumb while he was nibbled. Every delicate press of his areola triggered vocalization.

"Haa. You're doing it on purpose." He whimpered.

His fingers tracing over his shoulders before clasping the blanket. His underwear soiled from arousal; Alice always wondered how such a small body could have so much desire.

He was proportional but juicy in all the right places. A delightful bonus, Alice was thankful for every day.

Their bodies connected with passionate ease, the sounds of pleasure ringing throughout the house like a broken alarm clock. Alice took precautions before ravishing his beloved. The thought of conception terrifying and completely out of the question.